Picture this: a blue sky, green palm trees, red, yellow, blue and orange flowers wherever you look, butterflies hopping from one to the other, an eagle circling in the air high above you, a nice, warm sun and a shelter from wooden pillars and a straw roof. And all of that high up an mountain with views as far as you can look. The idyll spot for yoga? I think so.
The good news is: that place really exists, here in San Juan de la Conception. The bad news is: there is no yoga. Not yet, that is. Soon there will be. Probably even next weekend. And I’m the one who is going to teach it. I checked out the spot today, fell in love immediately, so nothing holds me back anymore to go and teach there.
See, if something is not happening there are – roughly – three things you can do: grumble about it, sit back and wait patiently up until things start to happen or get of your ass and make it happen. The last one costs the most energy, but for me it’s the most rewarding one as well. I’m not very good in waiting and I’m even worse in grumbling, so I love to make things happen.
Yoga is pretty big in Central-America, but not in Nicaragua. There are almost no local teachers. The retreats that happen out here are all run by foreigners. Locals are busy with day-to-day life, trying to survive another day. That doesn’t say they are not interested. Nor does it say that the handful of tourist around here aren’t interested. So way not start something if it’s nog here? Okay, that’s probably the reason why I’m always busy. Why some of my friends are complaining they can’t chill with me or I never have time for them. I know I get a bit overenthusiastic now and then. At the same time: I’m taken my happiness in my own hand. Because this is one of the things I believe in: If it’s not happening, make it happen.